I have a problem, and that problem is that I keep buying lipsticks that are basically the same color as each other. I have five lipsticks that are very similar brownish-rosy, “your lips but better” kind of shades. I don’t even wear lipstick very often because my lips are drier than Moore County.
I take skincare pretty seriously. I know I can’t coast on my mom’s genetics to look young for my entire life (though I was just mistaken for my husband’s daughter, again. We’re only seven years apart.)
I also have problems with blackheads, terrible undereye circles, and excessive ruddiness, so it’s been a lot of trial and error to find out what works for the one without exacerbating the other. This is what currently works for me, with my combination, not-very-sensitive, clog-prone skin.
Spring is when my wanderlust is at its worst.
It doesn’t help that every blogger I follow on Instagram is travelling somewhere right now, or that I’m basically bedridden when I’m not at work or the doctor. (I tore the labrum in my hip badly enough that I’m going to have to have surgery. It is excruciating to sit, stand, or walk. They thought it was a back injury, at first, but nope. Ikea is a dangerous place.)
I’m one of those people who carries a paper planner, despite the existence of smartphones and Google calendar. If I don’t write it down, I don’t remember it, so my planner is basically my brain, externalized. If I lost this thing, I would miss every single appointment in my life.